Everyone peers down the sights of a rifle
And fingers fall off into mud covered piles
Shadows appear at the edge of the clearing
They're coming on over, they're coming on over the fence
They won the war on the 14th of April
The barricades fell over our kitchen tables
And when it was over they called to the general
We can't find the homes where we buried our hearts in the spring
Our friends and our neighbors
Run for cover run for cover in the cold
These days are over I called to my friends
At the end of the summer from the side of a mountain
A monument stands at the edge of the clearing
I've been there before and I never will go there again
I saw you in a window, you're praying with white pallid
Hands for the neighborhoods broken machinery
You've been here too long and the city is reaching
With mud covered fingertips pulling your branches down
Our friends and our neighbors
Run for cover from each other watch them go
The farm is far away
From the war and the old plague
The summer takes me home
From the winters ancient drone
And the deafening hum of an aeroplane
The deafening hum of an aeroplane
The army took your heart
Through the trenches in the dark
They march into our homes
To unearth their skeletons
You're still giving your life to astronomy
You're still giving your life to astronomy
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Recorded by Jordan Soles and Cody Flynn.
Drums on "A Pile of Fingers" by Derek Janzen
The legendary Richard Thompson's new solo album exemplifies his many musical paths, from pop and cabaret to jazz to traditional folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2024